I started thinking ... One hot August day, having gone for aspen mushrooms, I remember how I got lost ... I began to be covered with a slight panic.
By the evening, pretty tired, I realized that I was circling in a circle. And then the downpour began ... I was very scared, but would you be scared?
Wet, tired and already starting to panic, I noticed a huge sandy cliff, and on it a proudly towering twisted tree.
The setting sun illuminated the slope, and the tree trunk was majestically filled with yellow-golden colors, it was a pine tree. I still feel those sensations of the illumination and stupor that overwhelmed me with this crimson beauty, as if it were yesterday, and then I was already running home to the sun.
Returning from the forest after midnight and approaching their house, my parents were very worried ...
Now everything has changed, the forest has changed ... Yes, and long ago I moved from my hometown. But the memories of a warm and dear tree are always kept in my soul ...
In my memory, it will always remain a loner, towering on a slope, resisting the elements and a completely defenseless girl who took refuge in the roots of a century-old tree from a thunderstorm ....
Then I already found out that the snaggy pine is my tree according to the horoscope, but this fact did not surprise me, like many other inexplicable things in our life, happening as if written by someone's hand.
In the meantime, the pine tree in my life is in everything - in the love of bonsai, in my poems and works on landscape design. She is in my life, in my period of time and always, when my soul aches, I know where to go. And now the surging nostalgia has led me to her and in the morning silence, lost in my childhood, I finish writing these lines.
And in early spring
Everything is also at dawn,
With a whitish head, I'll snuggle
To the trunk of an old gnarled pine tree.
And intoxicated by pure silence,
Warmed by the first rays
I will forget myself to sleep, to the groan of singing pines.

Do you have your favorite tree where your thoughts and memories come to life?